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Hello? Is anyone there?
Oh, good! I thought I was alone here.
I can’t really see what’s going on, and that was starting to creep me out. My eyes don’t seem to want to adjust to the darkness. Have yours? Are you alone?
I mean here, of course, not in the universe, or in life. I mean, that too! God, I hope I’m not boring you.

It’s just, I think I’m really freaking out now. Everything’s dark, I don’t know where I am, where we are, who brought me here I just woke up man just woke up like this here and I have no idea no idea what.

I’m sorry. It’s ok, I’m breathing, calming down. Whew. But it is all very strange, unsettling, just finding myself here. I don’t know where here is even, I don’t know what I did, what happened, how I got here. It’s fine to freak out right? I’m sure you’re freaking out too, over there.

Why aren’t my eyes adapting though? I’ve been here for ages. I’ve rubbed them, blinked, there’s nothing in the way. Should I try touching them? Would that be bad? I might infect them or something, I touched something slimy earlier. Maybe I should leave them alone.

Maybe it’s a bad dream, right? All this, just a dream…

Jeez, I haven’t even let you say anything yet! I’ve just been rambling on along by myself. Sorry sorry. What is your story?

“Pleased to meet you, do come in! You must be my eleven thirty, about young Thomas? Great potential in the boy, nice brains behind his attitude. Very, very nice brains…”
It stood up, hobbling on mismatched legs. Limping, it approached the concerned couple, one arm outstretched, looking for a handshake. The other arm lay lifeless on the desk.
“Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Mr – and I’m…”, it mumbled something that sounded very much like, but not quite, teacher. “Yes, I was part of a new positive discrimination scheme to allow even more under-represented communities to contribute and take part in academia”, it said, smiling. Though it was getting weary.
The job could take its toll, being so lively and warm-hearted all the time. It was constantly afraid about falling apart under too much pressure. And it could sense what was in their minds. It could smell it.
“I do, yes”, it replied, “I understand that there are rules against beating, but no one mentioned tastin– testing what the pupils are made of. In fact, I make them run… classes on their own, once in a while. See how they’ll work in a challenging environment, prove their leadership skills, savour their… their…” It could smell them. Terribly distracting. It was getting hungry.
It picked up the arm from the desk, and glanced at the wrist watch – the next appointment wasn’t until noon. It looked back at the couple, and smiled.
Lunch time.